Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Sometimes, Bobby and Garcia would join her. Not the kimono thing, though not from lack of trying on Bobby’s part. Garcia had to tackle him right before he got on the stage one night: Bobby was in the full M. Butterfly costume, with the little lips and the giant hair and the wooden shoes; he could only take four or five steps at a time without toppling over, anyway.

“No, Bobby! This band won’t be a party to your cultural appropriation!” Garcia said. “Check your privilege!”